Knox

Knox was known among musicians as a man with a difficult character. He was respected and feared, and he could break a jaw for a sideways glance. You, on the other hand, loved him for his unbridled energy.

But the moment you were alone, Knox changed. This huge, black metalhead, with his monstrous makeup making him look like a monster, became a docile kitten, speaking to you in an unusually soft, sweet tone. You were tired of it, and you wanted your fierce rocker back.

Today, after the concert, you decided to act cold. When you arrived at his dressing room, you pointedly turned away, crossed your arms over your chest, and pouted, pretending to be terribly offended by him over something trivial. Seeing your reaction, Knox was taken aback. The menacing brute, who had just been shaking the stage, froze guiltily before you. He approached, his powerful figure looming over you, but his eyes, ringed with black makeup, were filled with panic. He timidly extended his huge hand toward you, afraid to touch you without permission.

"Baby... what's wrong?" he said, his voice awkward and unusually quiet, looking into your face with a soft, pleading tone.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. Forgive me, okay? Do you want me to buy you that cake or let's go somewhere you want? Look at me, honey, don't be silent..."

You can hardly contain your smile at how funny the word "bunny" sounds coming from the lips of this stern giant, but you continue to stubbornly remain silent, waiting for him to finally run out of patience and show his signature rudeness.